Sunlight baked the dashboard until the soft, new car smell turned to withered, burnt popcorn. Lydia always forgot to leave the windows cracked and put the sunscreen in place. Oh, who was she kidding: she couldn't care less. Afterall, why should her car's skin be more supple and younger looking than her own weathered face?
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